A couple of days ago a friend, Paul Turner, asked if I wanted to take a “short” hike up a creek on his ranch (in the Fremont, Calif., hills). Well, he is 70 and I am 64, just your typical kids anticipating an adventure in the “good old” local creek. So, after telling his wife what we were up to, we took off on a longer than planned outing.
It was uneventful, for a few hundred yards. That is until we noticed Mountain Lion tracks in the mud near one of the springs. We checked the wind and headed in the opposite direction so as to avoid too much adventure so early in the hike. As we left that canyon and hit the top of the creek we were greeted by what we mistook for a Bobcat on the side of the hill. A few seconds later there was not one but four “non-Bobcats.”
Three of these animals shot out of their den and charged down the hill singing us a threatening chorus. As they came closer, our eyesight improved and we realized that they were not Bobcats at all but Badgers.
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